Impermanence Poem by Norah Tunney


Rating: 5.0

Again and again
I am reminded
of that word
the buddhists love,
a word we shudder from
or love
we are all dying-
but it seems
you got to be really dying
to see fully
the absolute impermanence
of things.
I remember
the frail yellowed skinned man
I followed around the store,
'the catcher in the rye '
Don't ask me why?
some flavour of the formless,
some taste of eternity,
a man who maybe
that nothing ever comes
or goes.

Saturday, April 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,mystery
Simone Inez Harriman 26 September 2017

Stunning poem Norah that makes one delve into thoughts of death and mystery. 'you got to be really dying to see fully the absolute impermanence of things.' Nothing is more regretfully truer than that. Wouldn't it be great to never age and feel those aches and be able to hang on to what we love gaze on Earth's beauty for eternity. Yet even Earth herself will not survive forever.

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Dr Antony Theodore 11 July 2017

you got to be really dying to see fully the absolute impermanence of things. flavour of the formless, taste of eternity, there is a sense of mystery always in your poems. This is a special mind i always think when i read you. Mystical, spiritual, philosophical and at the same time earthbound. Thank you dear mystic poetess. tony

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Norah Tunney 21 July 2017

Thank you Tony for me God is the Great Mystery

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Susan Williams 25 April 2016

A beautifully written poem worthy of pondering on a long clock-ticking night. It is good to read a poem that has a philosophical theme yet does not bog itself down in lectures and cant. You have mastered the balance a poem must have to remain a poem, to be a piece of literature, a piece of beauty [there are many different kinds of beauty] yet have something meaningful to say both to the readers' intellect and emotion. A 10 of course.

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Norah Tunney 25 April 2016

Thank you susan your comment means a lot to me

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Tom Billsborough 24 April 2016

Reminds me of that line from St Jean Perse rire savant des morts Knowing laugh of the dead as Tom Eliot translated it. This is certainly one of your best poems to date. The last six lines are stunning and the rhythms right through are beautiful. I'll add this to my Favourite poems list, if my just waking brain can figure out how to do it! Many regards Tom

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Norah Tunney 24 April 2016

Death and the shortness of life is something I have been aware of since my teens when I did volunteer hospice work.

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Barry Middleton 23 April 2016

Very nice. Well done but the title need editing. Still it's a 10.

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Norah Tunney 25 April 2016

Barry I responded twice to your comment but I do not see the response on the page Thanks for making me aware of title error I really appreciate that

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Norah Tunney 24 April 2016

Thanks for letting me know Barry about spelling error Really appreciate that.

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